I’ve spent years covering my doubt that true community could really be out there. Long ago, I just decided to settle for what I’d come to believe through the years is true about community. That it’s not real. That once I put my heart out there, someone would crush it. Or ignore it altogether.
I’ve been through the disappointments, and I know what it’s like to arrive at the decision to check out and just let the other girls play. So when I tell you the rumors are true, and that true community really IS out there, I’m praying you’re not clenching your jaw and stirring the mortar for the next brick in your wall.
The truth is we’re all people and we’ve made messes, and when community is at it best, the mess is just a place to rest your feet while you share a cup of coffee, or lean in closer to hear the story, or touch a shoulder while you pray, or laugh until you can’t catch your breath and the smiling makes your cheeks hurt.
It’s walking into a crowded room and seeing someone wildly waving at you from a table near the buffet, and after you make your way over and sit down in the cushioned chair and spread your napkin across your lap, having that someone lean over and whisper in your ear, “I’m so glad you’re here! I saved this place at the table just for you.”
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